[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
My nigga what you need?
My nigga what you smoke?
My nigga what you drank?
My nigga pour a fo'
Nosebleed, nosebleed
My nigga, what you snort?
I took a hundred shrooms
I need a hundred more
I need a trippy bitch
She fuck on Hennessy
She got that Miley Cyrus
White girl shaking
Now watch her shake (bust)
Now watch her shake (bust)
Now watch her shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch
The one that like the drugs
She addicted to the club
Ain't with the cute shit
I'm looking for a hundred piece
That's got the real freak in her blood
I'm two fucked up, already doubled up
Bands'll get her naked like a birthday
Bougie, cute, gold digger
Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place
I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater
Wet and hot, runnin' like a meter
Tellin' me, all she want me to do is beat it
Got her leakin' by the liter
So I eat her cause it's sweeter
I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up
Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship
Gas blowin' on your way out
Tell your homegirl to come in
Cause yo ass can't stay here

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Hell yeah I play with my nose
Got powder stains on designer clothes
I be rollin' off of them crystals
Got a nigga brain feelin' like a launch missile
God damn right
Off that thizzle, Bitch I'm ballin, blow my whistle
Smokin' on a Bobby Johnson
Got felatio at my concert
Knockin on them hoes tonsils (2x)
Got my cock all up in her noggin,
When I be shoppin'
And she callin' callin' me daddy
Got road head up in that caddy
And she the driver
And I can't explain nothin'
But I know one thing it was fatal
I be higher than a motherfucker
Fucked up, turn down for what?
I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck
So we hit the BP to grab a rum
Copped a Fiji and a box of magnums
Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer
Dope dick, stay focused
Need a trippy bitch...
I got a 20oz, couple lines in it
..but sure I'm finished
Heart beat sound like I'm playin' tennis
Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists
Looking for a trippy bitch
That cute shit I ain't with that
Ratchet bitches getting turnt up
Off a couple pills and a six pack

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Playa Fly]
I'm too fucked up
My crew fucked up
My boo fucked up
They roughed me up too much
That made me tough
So now I'm too turnt up on O-Zs of OG burnt up
I be in chronic city
Player fly to funky town
Codeine and prometh and tussin'
Next there to wash 'em down
Pop me a roxy, percocet
Or a lower tab
I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna
I'm going mad
...til the diz-ay I diz-ie
Set that shit back I'm crownin'
They still live by the now, fly
Need my bitches fire
I need my bitches hiz-igh
So high we gettin' sky
Til they can't take no more now they fly
They soakin' wet, never try
And overflow of supply
The truth they cannot deny
And givin' only a try
No ho, no owe me no lie
Keep dummy promises from me
The influence I'm under
But I'm on top of this money
Say, what's funny honey
Don't see no laughing stock
Not your Winnie The Pooh
But do want into your honey pot
Turn down the giggle box
Turnt up her kiss my spot
Gyrating and motivating on chemicals
Recreating Woodstock
I wish I would stop
Like they say turn down for what?
Before they turnt up, get crunk
I come to get niggas buck
And now they stuck with me
And trill and buck with me
I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me

[Outro]
Hold up, man
Y'all just heard that shit?
Man, y'all playin'
Anyways man, where my homegirls?
I don't have groupies
I have homegirls
All my homegirls bob your head with me one time
Yeah